As it turned out, a couple of the guys that had been picking on Mark that day in the locker room were good friends of mine, but when they found out I was hanging out with Mark, they started picking on me for a few weeks. However, soon they lost interest in both of us. All except for Steven, he seemed to delight in calling the two of us names whenever he saw us for about a month after I rescued Mark.

One day, I happened to come into the restroom in between classes and surprise; there was Steven, all by himself, standing in front of a urinal. And what was even better was, he didn’t see me come in. I snuck right up behind him, and with my whole body, I pushed him into the urinal and pulled the flush handle. Steven got completely soaked down his front. I didn’t bother to stick around either; I let go of Steven and ran for the door. I still needed to pee but I figured I could wait until after class. I never did hear how Steven got away with no one finding out about that or seeing him soaked, but he also never bothered Mark or me again.

Like I said, Mark and I became the best of friends, and I did my best to help him deal with his problem. Before I met Mark, he didn’t wear any sort of protection for his wetting problem. After a few weeks, I convinced him to ask his parents for some GoodNites. I had told him all about my best friend Buz from camp the previous summer and after he started using the GoodNites at night, he started wearing them to school, just in case, and they sure saved him on several occasions.

Mark tried to talk me into wearing one of his GoodNites one night when we were camping out in his back yard, but I didn’t do it. I did end up sleeping that night in just my yellow and red briefs while Mark slept only in his GoodNites. I often wondered what would have happened if his parents or big sister had stuck their heads in our tent that night.

Mark and I still hang out all the time. Recently though, he has been sitting around and moping at home because he fell while skateboarding and broke his left elbow and sprained his right wrist. He can’t even go to the bathroom by himself right now. He needs someone to pull his pants down and up for him and he has to have someone wipe his butt too. I admit that I have helped him with his pants, but I told him there is no way I am wiping his dirty butt. His mom is the one that usually ends up doing that for him. Meeting Mark and becoming good friends was great but it didn’t stop me from looking for those close encounters. Mark is the only person I have ever confided in about my fixation and he is more than cool with it.

I had another close encounter near the end of the school year. It was brief but memorable. I had been growing pretty fast that year and all of my pants were getting tight on me, so mom had taken me clothes shopping. We went to this outlet store. I had never been to one of these stores, but it was pretty cool. The dressing room, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired. It was a big room with a cold plastic bench that went around three of the walls. There were no dividers and only a curtain over the doorway that, when pulled back, anyone in the store could see into the room. Mom gave me four pairs of pants to try on, so I went into the dressing room. There was a boy already in there trying on clothes too. He looked to be about 14, maybe 15 but was still kind of on the small side. I didn’t pay him too much attention until he pulled down his pants and I saw that he had on a regular diaper like little babies wear. He kept his back to me the entire time we were in there. For some reason, I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was watching him. I took my time trying on my pants so that I could watch him as much as possible. Eventually, he was done, got dressed and just before he left, he turned around, smiled a big smile at me and walked out of the curtain. I sat stunned for a moment then quickly put my clothes back on and went back to the sales floor, hoping to see him still there but I was too late.

I recently saw the boy from the drug store again, the boy whose mother was so mean to him. I saw him shortly after school let out that year. I was at Radio Shack with my dad and I had gone to look at the electronic keyboards. I had wanted a keyboard for about a year and I drooled over them every chance I got. I thought dad was just about done when the sales guy started to talk to dad about a new cell phone. My dad has got to have the newest and best phone available and the guys at Radio Shack know it. So, since I knew we were going to be a while, I decided to go look at their radio controlled cars and that is when I ran into him again. He was looking at the cars too, and this time, I got to strike up a conversation with him. I learned that his name was Sean and his dad was buying them a new computer. I looked over to the computers and saw who I thought must be his dad. He was a very big man and I don’t mean with muscles. Sean said, he had a radio-controlled truck at home that he got for Christmas and that he wanted to get one that was really fast. I managed to work my way past him to the other side of the shelf and I just happened to bump him a bit, just enough to find that he was indeed wearing a diaper. He didn’t seem to realize what I did because he just went on talking about the different cars and which ones did what tricks.

There was a sweet car on the bottom shelf that came with three different body shells and interchangeable tires. I squatted down and was looking at it while also looking to see any of the tell-tale signs that he really was padded when I caught the smell of urine. Don’t ask me why, because I still don’t know, but that sort of excited me. I so badly wanted to reach out and touch him but I was just too scared. Just about then, Dad called for me and we left. I had many a dream filled night about Sean for a while after that encounter. As fate would have it, it still would not be the last time I would see him.